Hey, It's Okay . . .
. . . to just walk away when you come downstairs to find that your kid has dumped about a cup of Cheerios on the floor and is eating it like the dog would (hands-free).
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!
Again, I'll do a shout out to friend Sara for bringing this tasty idea nugget to my attention.
Hey, It's Okay . . .
. . . to desperately want to grab a person's phone and smash it into a million pieces against the nearest wall (or, preferably, the wall directly behind their head) when he/she is texting/looking at his/her phone while they are supposed to be engaged in a conversation with someone (anyone—it doesn't even have to be me).
. . . to have the urge to pretend that your bigger car is a bumper car when you see someone texting/looking at his/her phone while driving in two lanes at the same time.
. . . to not know what you're looking at when you look at someone's Twitter feed. (And, no, I'm not actually on Twitter.)
. . . to have a "two strikes and you're out" rule when it comes to your Facebook news feed (if they have two boring, lame, or offensive status messages in a row or two applications in a row, it's hidesville for this moi).
. . . to throw a cat, if necessary. They land on their feet—even if you hope they don't.
. . . to be obsessed with the theory of birth order because you have a hunch that it might help you find some inner peace.
. . . to be bothered by people who casually saunter in front of you in the grocery store (with a loaded cart) and then block you from multiple checkout lines while they determine which one they want when you're carrying ice cream and pie in your hands.
. . . to be taken aback when the cashier at the grocery store who appears to be, like, 18 years old says to the child in front of you, "My step-daughter is six years old, just like you!"
. . . to not change your kid's outfit if it's just a little wet. And, no, I'm not talking about water.
. . . to think it's funny that your daughter thinks it's funny to torment the dog by chasing him with her shopping cart.
Hey, It's Okay . . .
. . . to desperately want to grab a person's phone and smash it into a million pieces against the nearest wall (or, preferably, the wall directly behind their head) when he/she is texting/looking at his/her phone while they are supposed to be engaged in a conversation with someone (anyone—it doesn't even have to be me).
. . . to have the urge to pretend that your bigger car is a bumper car when you see someone texting/looking at his/her phone while driving in two lanes at the same time.
. . . to not know what you're looking at when you look at someone's Twitter feed. (And, no, I'm not actually on Twitter.)
. . . to have a "two strikes and you're out" rule when it comes to your Facebook news feed (if they have two boring, lame, or offensive status messages in a row or two applications in a row, it's hidesville for this moi).
. . . to throw a cat, if necessary. They land on their feet—even if you hope they don't.
. . . to be obsessed with the theory of birth order because you have a hunch that it might help you find some inner peace.
. . . to be bothered by people who casually saunter in front of you in the grocery store (with a loaded cart) and then block you from multiple checkout lines while they determine which one they want when you're carrying ice cream and pie in your hands.
. . . to be taken aback when the cashier at the grocery store who appears to be, like, 18 years old says to the child in front of you, "My step-daughter is six years old, just like you!"
. . . to not change your kid's outfit if it's just a little wet. And, no, I'm not talking about water.
. . . to think it's funny that your daughter thinks it's funny to torment the dog by chasing him with her shopping cart.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Wizzy's Shower
I was able to come down to Lafayette for a little while for my cousin, Liz's, baby shower on Saturday. Here are some awesome, blurry photos of that goodness (my camera doesn't do well in the point and shoot mode when there's low lighting):
Wizzy opening my gift.
Look at her cute belly. That little brat is eight months pregnant, and she looks fantastic.
Jonah and Jo.
Theresa is holding Henry, and my mom is standing to the right.
Sarah and Daphne are in the background along with Brenda Hankins and Jamie Torkelson.
Nora had a blast with Jenna.
I couldn't get a single non-blurry picture of her playing with Jenna. It was a bit sad.
Henry, Theresa, and Vayda.
Henry's eyes are a bit creepy in this one. Jonah is watching as his momma is
bouncing another baby boy. I don't think he liked that.
This might be the only photo of Henry that isn't blurry, too. Look at sweet Jonah back there.
He was squirming and squealing during the whole shower.
Theresa was giving me a break.
And look, he's sitting still for her.
He's bouncing, here. He was a bit nutty! He wore me out!
It was good to see everyone!
Fence Update
Well, the fence is constructed! We still need to paint it, and I have another gate option that I'm thinking of doing. However, it's basically completed! We're thrilled. It's already been a dream today (in regard to the dog and keeping Nora in-bounds). It helps that the weather is gorgeous, too.
Here's how it's looking:
I'm planning to plant some stuff in that small space between the patio and the fence.
Maybe herbs?
There's a gate! Whee! And, look! That fence next to the clothes line (on the hill) is filled in, too!
We are victorious!
Here's how it's looking:
I'm planning to plant some stuff in that small space between the patio and the fence.
Maybe herbs?
There's a gate! Whee! And, look! That fence next to the clothes line (on the hill) is filled in, too!
We are victorious!
We still need to paint it. We're thinking a white stain, and we're thinking we'll be spraying on that business. It needs to quit being windy, first. We're working on that.
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